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Chapter 899: 465 Descends (4000)

“Where is it?”

A hoarse female voice ca from outside the building.

Then, from all sides, the sound of scales rubbing against the walls could be heard, along with the cracking noise of the building struggling under the weight it was bearing. Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, windows shattered, and glass fell. Nine python heads, as thick as water buckets, poked exaggeratedly inside, their eyes blood-red.

In that mont, Count Baine’s heart sank like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

Right then, in his field of view, the hall of the building seed like a magical inferno. Thick, blood-red mist obscured everything outside the windows as a huge face made of blood mist wildly laughed and rushed in. Not only that, but there were also nine ferocious python heads staring nacingly through the air.

Twenty eyes were fixed on Count Baine. Suddenly, he felt an unimaginable pressure, as though the blood in his heart was reversing its flow, about to burst his veins. He could no longer maintain an elegant gentleman’s deanor, instead releasing all of his blood energy in a frenzy like a desperado cornered and hysterical.

Instantly, Count Baine’s figure underwent a transformation. He turned into a monster that was half man, half bat, with blood-red claws hanging by his sides. His swelling skeleton and physique burst through his aristocratic clothes, revealing a fierce stance.

As the master of the mansion, having reigned for fifty years between Mirror Lake and Ming Mountain, Count Baine’s own strength could naturally not be weak. He was only a half step away from the high-ranking mbers of the Blood Clan—if it weren’t for the fact that the direct bloodline in his body was not pure, he would have already stepped into the ranks of the High Order Blood Clan. However, it was clear that even if Count Baine were a mber of the High Order Blood Clan, he still wouldn’t be able to face the two commanders of the Clinic. Not to ntion, Count Baine had only taken half a step.

And that half step was the difference between heaven and earth.

Therefore, the nine snakes and the Fog Man who broke into the hall didn’t take him seriously at all. Their gaze was locked solely on the Cupan Magic Box placed on the dining table. Count Baine had only caught their attention because he was next to the Magic Box, giving rise to an extre sense of danger deep within his heart.

The Fog Man and the nine snakes actually already ignored him, yet Count Baine felt they were about to encircle him. Thus, he imdiately unleashed all his strength, showing an unyielding posture and spoke loudly.

“Who do you represent?”

“Behind

stands the great stronghold of the direct line of the northern Blood Clan, the high-ranking mbers of the Alfama Mountains are the ones supporting my mansion!”

“I advise you to back off quickly and leave my mansion. Otherwise, the direct bloodlines of the Alfama Mountains will co out in full force for revenge. Even if you are powerful, you will definitely not be able to leave Shire County…”

“Also, I think it’s best if you don’t try to touch …”

Bang!

As he was speaking, Count Baine was sent flying out of control, whizzing through the air like riding the clouds and crashing into a load-bearing pillar with a loud boom. The colossal force broke the thick pillar.

Crumble, crumble, stone shattered everywhere, and dust fell.

Next to the fallen pillar, Count Baine’s silhouette looked broken, his lower body almost overlapping with his legs. It seed that all the ribs and the spine at the front of his chest had been smashed to bits, and his muscles and internal organs had been turned into a ragged state. Only a thin layer of skin was left on the outside.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a retch, his eyes filled with blood.

In his pupils were shock, fear, disbelief.

One strike! Seemingly light and too fast for any reaction, yet it contained an extre and terrifying force. It instantly crushed all of the freshly drawn blood defense on his surface and smashed his proud physical body into a disabled state, his combat power plumting by ninety percent. This ant that, at this mont, he had virtually no power to resist.

“What the hell is this northern direct line of the Blood Clan stronghold; I’ve never heard of it! I do know about the high-ranking mbers of the Blood Clan, though; the Ascetic just killed one about ten days ago. Talk about weak, that high-ranking Blood Clan mber did nothing but take hits and was eventually pounded into flesh mud. It’s a pity, if that had been my opponent, it would have been much better! Then I wouldn’t have had to tangle with that Shadow Demon for so long, and it was ultimately the Head of the Clinic who had to help

out. It was quite embarrassing for !” The blood mist face hanging in the sky gradually condensed.

It then transford into a figure cloaked in a black cloak.

The Fog Man was chatting with the nine snakes, complaining about that battle.

“The Alfama Mountains? Interesting. I rember the Head of the Clinic saying that his next step is to enter the Alfama Mountains. Perhaps, in addition to our task of finding the Magic Box, we might be able to seize more opportunities to distinguish ourselves. Hehehe…” Outside the door, the python moved gracefully and slowly walked in.

She covered her red lips with a light chuckle, appearing like a delicate beauty.

Then, above her head, nine massive pythons were freely spiraling and rising in the air, displaying dazzling scales and ferocious tusks. Each of the python’s bodies was thicker and larger than the python’s own body, looking terribly disproportionate at a glance, giving off an absurd demonic vibe. It was one of these pythons that had sent Count Baine flying.

Being touched by one of the nine snakes’ pythons might be more terrifying than being ramd by a fully loaded speeding truck. Had Count Baine not released all his strength in an instant, he might have been killed on the spot.

The two walked into the hall with a very clear purpose. They didn’t bother with Count Baine, who lay on the ground, but headed straight for the dining table and chairs. The Fog Man was more eager, so he reached it first.